A poem a day for 2015 - day 10 - See you

My uncle Bubba was talking to a woman at the bus stop
in Long Beach on Santa Fe just south of Wardlow and
when the bus came he said goodbye to his friend and
went about his way. But she tripped on the curb and
the bus moved and her head was under the wheel. And
he just turned for a minute and his friend died right there.
This happened years ago still I am afraid to say goodbye.
See ya later is easier. Easier. Goodbye is bad magic. Goodbyes
kill. And we never know what will happen when we turn
for just a moment after we say so long to a friend. We never
know. We just never do.